Chapter 119

Chapter One Hundred Nineteen

For Connor, seeing the technology of the builders wasn’t any more of a relief than hearing that they’d created this subterranean marvel as a prison for some terrifying destroyer.

All of that served to emphasize the problem he was facing as he rushed down the broad avenue: This place was a prison.

The towering ceilings that amplified and distorted every sound he made, the mechanism that lowered the temperature of the sprawling maze, even the stolen artifacts they intended to return—they were all part of the prison.

And that prison was meant to keep intruders out and prisoners in.

Behind him, Elise gasped. “Slow down!”

When he turned to check on her, she was bathed in the green glow of her pocket computer, which showed the map of the underground structure.

He slowed, then when she caught up, hacked up more of the dust that had been spewed by the ceiling collapse. The smell of that crumbled stone and composite was still on him—dry and ancient.